Jul 23, 2006 10:42
Shaven, barefoot and bare
Simply existing, barely there
“Unclean” and condemned to a life of despair
Like ghosts among the living we tread
Neither quite alive nor quite dead
Faceless, hollow shells of who we were
Ever mourning the life of others
Our fate is bound by the Book
There must be a reason why God willed it so
philosophy